Statue of a Woman.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I found myself lingering in that small pocket of time where nothing presses and nothing is expected. The world continued on, and I stayed, unbothered, allowing the calm to settle in.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The place felt lived in, holding traces of other days and other people. I moved through it gently, aware that I was only passing through, yet grateful for the stillness it offered.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Woke up with sunlight on my skin and old stories in the walls. It felt like I had time-traveled to a quieter version of life.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I read about distant shores with bare legs and borrowed light. And for a moment, I belonged to none of it, and all of it at once.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The colors are dull now, soft and worn, and somehow that’s where she feels most at ease. The world isn’t loud here. Leaves fall without needing to be noticed. And in that simple, quiet fading, she finally feels like herself.